Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“I still cannot believe they broke into her apartment.” Adrian shakes his head in shock.
“I know,” Cameron splutters. “Ballsy.”
Ben shakes his head. “It would have been imbecile Abbie’s idea. She is a bad influence on Bridget.”
I smirk at Ben.
“What?” he says dryly as he raises an eyebrow.
“You have a soft spot for Didge, just admit it.” I pick my teeth with a toothpick as I lean back with my arm slung across the back of the chairs. He rolls his eyes. “She’s a cool chick, that’s all.”
Cameron shakes his head and glares at him. “I told you not to touch her unless you plan on marrying her.”
Ben hold his hands up in defense. “Nobody’s touching anybody. Calm down.”
I smile as I raise my hand for the bill.
“And nobody is getting married,” he snaps. “So, stop worrying.”
“Good,” Cameron snaps. “I would hate to have to kick your ass.”
Ben laughs.
“I would love to see that,” Adrian smiles. “Ben would kill you with a smile on his face and his hands tied behind his back.” I smile as I listen to the meaningless banter and my mind wanders to Tash. Hearing her tell me she loved me today has somehow made me relax. That and the fact I am so physically exhausted from fighting every motherfucker in Australia over the last two days. Ben knows me well. He knew I needed to kick some serious ass to stay sane, and that is just what I have done. I actually feel sorry for the poor bastards I fought on Tuesday night, I totally lost my shit.
“Let’s go out.” Cameron stretches as he cranes his neck to eye off one of the waitresses walking past.
“Yeah, ok,” Murph replies. “I could do with a drink.” Ben’s eyes flick to me.
“I’m going to go and see Tash. You go, Ben. There are enough guards over there.”
He smiles at me and gives me a wink. “I will drop you off there first.”
I smirk. “Ok.”
Natasha
I lie on my lounge half asleep. It’s nine o’clock. I am wearing my white nightgown. After a week of not sleeping, I have finally relaxed after speaking to my beautiful Joshua today. He called me Presh. It’s going to be ok. I wish he was here. A knock sounds at my door and I smile, thank God he’s here. He’s forgotten his key. I bound to the door and open it in a rush.
My eyes widen at the sight of Jesten, not my beautiful man as I had hoped.
My face drops. “Hi Jes,” I whisper. “What are you doing here?” This is uncomfortable.
“Can I come in?” His nervous eyes lock on mine.
I scratch my head in discomfort. “Umm.” I look around nervously for an excuse for him not to enter. Good manners overtake my common sense and I stand back and hold my arm out. “Sure.”
He walks in and stands next to my dining table. This is awkward.
“What are you doing here?” I ask gently, even though I already know the answer.
“I know you explained the situation with your boyfriend.” “I did.” I cut him off. “Loud and clear.”
He nods nervously and his eyes search mine. “I want to know if you will reconsider and perhaps, we could…” He hesitates.
“Could what?” I snap.
“Try to make a go of it. Me and you.” He grabs my hands. I frown. “Jes, don’t.”
“Tash, I care about you and when I rang you on Monday night and you told me you got back with your boyfriend I was gutted, and it has made me realize I have real feelings for you.” I shake my head.
“Jess, don’t. I’m in love with him, it will only ever be him.”
He narrows his eyes. “Does this idiot have any idea how lucky he is?” he says softly.
I smile sadly and shrug. “I hope so or else I am making a huge mistake. If there was going to be someone else Jes…it would be you.” I gently run my hand down his cheek, and he turns and kisses the inside of my palm.
“We could be good together,” he says softly.
“I know,” I whisper. “But it’s not going to happen, I’m sorry.” He steps forward and pulls me into an embrace and cuddles me, his lips dust my temple. “There is a chemistry between us, can you feel it?” he whispers into my forehead.
My eyes widen as I feel his arousal against my body. I do feel the chemistry. It has never been in question. “Jes, don’t,” I whisper into his neck. He puts his finger under my chin and pulls it up to meet his face, and he kisses me gently. “Jes,” I whisper. He kisses me again, running his tongue through my lips more urgently and my hands rise to the back of his neck.
The key turns in the door and I jump back from Jesten in a rush. Holy shit.